by Frankie Page
Everyone chuckles. “Perfect, a spring baby shower will be absolutely splendid. Oh, I need to start making plans. Scar, we need to get together and start organizing everything.”
“Oh, we could have it at the bed and breakfast? The garden with the spring blooms will be such a beautiful setting.” Scarlett joins in with Letty on preparations.
“Okay, you guys have at it. I give you full control over the event.”
“Yes! Are you going to find out the genders?” Letty is practically vibrating from excitement in her seat. “We could even do a gender-reveal party.”
Umm, I don’t think we are. We were offered to do some sort of early blood test, but declined. Right now, I just kind of want to be surprised, ya know? At the twenty weeks scan, they can tell me… if I want to change my mind though.”
Robbie scoffs, “Finding out you are pregnant… with twins… seems like a big enough surprise doesn’t it? Waiting until they are born seems irresponsible. How are you supposed to buy stuff for the babies?”
“Seriously, mister grumpy-pants? It is fun and exciting to wait. Besides, newborns don’t need much right away. I will get more gender-specific items after they are born. What if I have a boy and a girl? I am not going to want to paint the room in pink. I guess it will be like when Jake and I were born—do something neutral and then accent it as they grow.” I counter Robbie’s ridiculous argument, which elicits another scoff. Geez, I wonder what is up his butt?
“Dude, not knowing is going to be awesome. We will buy four cigars each, with two wrapped in blue and two wrapped in pink. We can pace the waiting room like the old days and then light the appropriate cigars.” Scott beams, finally showing the excitement I had initially expected.
“Or we can do a shot for each baby, get pink and blue bottles?” Jake proposes.
Letty rolls her eyes. “Of course, you would figure out a way to make this a drinking game.”
“We will figure something epic out,” Scott plots with Jake.
The rest of the day continues with eating and laughing, while the main topics are the wedding and babies. Something is bothering Robbie, but I don’t think it is Jax and me. It must be something else… I assume it is the realization that he has to hire someone to help manage his back office. With twins and the shop, he knows I will no longer have time to help him out anymore.
Letty has an obsession with knowing when we plan to get married. Overall, even though the absence of my parents is felt, this is a great Thanksgiving. And next year will be even better, given the fact we will have two new members in the pack. With any luck, this will inspire my brothers to settle down. Granted, I am not sure Jake is capable of that… But my babies are going to need cousins.
Epilogue
Tilly is admiring how the pinkish sand looks in contrast to the almost turquoise water. I will admit it is one of the coolest sights I have ever seen. Tilly looks absolutely stunning. Her belly has started to get pretty big at twenty-one weeks pregnant. Seeing how quickly these babies are growing, I decided that for Valentine’s Day I was finally going to take her on our first big vacation. I was worried if I waited any longer, she might not be as mobile and wouldn’t enjoy the experience as much.
Knowing how much she loves Greece, I couldn’t pass on the opportunity to whisk her away to Crete. I have never actually been here before myself. But when I was looking at options for Greece and saw the Pink Beach of Balos, I thought it was the perfect destination for a romantic getaway or even a mini honeymoon (we got married last month). It is a little chilly here this time of the year, averaging in the forties. But compared to back home, this feels tropical.
“This is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” Tilly comments, still admiring the beach. I continue to take images of not only the beach, but her observing it. I used to think she glowed before, but pregnant Tilly is almost blinding. I feel like she is some deity that my human eyes do not deserve to gaze upon. I take in her blonde hair blowing in the wind, while her dress is pushed back against her stomach (showing off how round and perfect it is).
“Oh, come here quick!” Tilly exclaims. I let my camera hang from my neck and approach her. She immediately takes my hand and lays it on her growing belly. “Can you feel it?”
I wait a moment and then there’s a little push from her stomach. “Wow, that is amazing.” This is the first time I have been able to actually experience them kicking. She has been feeling them for a few weeks now, but I never really could. However, this time it is clear as day. “Does it hurt?”
“Ugh, sometimes… but it is more weird than anything, a lot of pressure. But it is amazing.”
After the beach and some lunch, we make it back to the hotel room. Although it has been an amazing day, this pregnancy really takes a toll on Tilly. While she never complains, each week I can see her growing more and more exhausted. The babies put so much pressure on her, that she can’t get comfortable enough to sleep more than an hour or two at a time. We unfortunately had to have a hard talk with Robbie a couple of weeks ago about Tilly helping with his books. He understood, but it was hard for Tilly to give up helping her big brother. Tilly was kind enough to find him an office assistant (someone she used to go to school with and could personally vouch for). This seemed to ease some of the apprehension Robbie felt towards letting in an outsider.
Tilly, Scott, and Jake ended up purchasing the space behind their shop and expanding. The McCalesters were more than happy to sell it to them at a steal, given the whole incident. As expected, Keith lost his job and was essentially shipped off. But the actual legal charges were minimal and resulted in nothing more than a fine the family could easily afford.
The best thing about the new space is that there was a giant office I was able to take over. Even though we made an office for me at home, I primarily work at the shop. That way, I can help Tilly out as much as possible. I still assist her with photos and social media, but given her current state, I make sure to also do all the heavy lifting.
Sitting on the bed, I lean against the headboard. Tilly lays on my chest, my hands on her belly trying to find any new movement. Now that I have felt it, I want to touch her belly all the time. “Did you hear back from the Dawsons?” Tilly inquires.
“Yea, they are all set. We will be able to move in at the beginning of the month.” After some careful thought and consideration, I approached the Dawson family (they are currently living in my grandpa’s home). I discovered that Mr. Dawson was recently offered a new career opportunity, but the commute wouldn’t have been feasible. However, they didn’t want to break their lease. When I offered them the opportunity to end the lease with no penalties, they were practically in tears. I guess they were planning on having to pay for Mr. Dawson to stay in a hotel during the work week, until the lease was up. It honestly worked out for the best.
We considered staying at Tilly's (well, our) house. But Tilly seemed excited to move to a bigger home. She and Jake still haven’t done anything to their parents’ room, even with Robbie hounding them about “it being time”. While the grief is less, there are some things that Tilly has held onto, and that transferred easily to Jake. Honestly, I am just excited about Tilly and I having our own place and not sharing it with her brother anymore. I love the guy, but his critique on my sex life is a little too much.
“I’m so excited. I can’t wait to start getting the nursery ready. I think I have officially entered the nesting stage.” I can’t help but chuckle at her. Even though we decided to still keep the genders a surprise, she has been going hog wild on nursery planning. I showed her Pinterest, and well, now she is a full-blown addict. While Robbie is still frustrated by our decision to be surprised, he is coming around (now that we have a wager on the whole arrangement). Jake and Scott are convinced we will have a boy and a girl. I am certain we are having two girls. Robbie is dead set that we are having two boys. I honestly couldn’t care less. We could end up with five girls and I would happily accept being outnumbered. I am just excited to rais
e a family with Tilly.
“Jake asked me about being a godfather again,” Tilly casually mentions. This has been another debate.
“Come on, Scott is my best friend and your brother. He would flip if we picked Jake over him. He is still giving me shit about not going to him about the proposal. Also, hypothetically speaking, if something happens to us… do you really want Jake raising them? Not to mention raising them with Letty? They would kill each other. Scott is the most logical choice.”
“I know, but he is very serious about wanting to be their godfather. I have never seen him so excited about something that wasn’t sex, booze, or firefighting before.”
“Still, I don’t think it is a good idea. How about you pick Jake over Letty? They can have two godfathers?”
“Umm, no way, Letty would kill me. She is my best friend.”
“See? It’s not so easy, is it?”
“Fine, you want to wager on it?”
“Interesting… What do you have in mind?” Tilly is not one to usually wager, so I am a little excited.
“Hmm…” she says, tapping her chin. “How about if I make you come in less than two minutes, then Jake gets to be the godfather?”
I cough. “Are you fucking serious?”
“Yup. Two minutes, I win—Jake gets to be the godfather.”
“Okay, well, what do I get if you lose?”
“What would you like?”
“I get to name the babies. You have no veto power.” Ha, there is no way she will accept that. We have been arguing about baby names for weeks. We have three lists, depending on what combination we get.
“Fine, deal.”
“I knew you… wait, you agree? If you lose, you will seriously allow me to name the babies whatever I want?”
“Yup,” she says, popping her ‘P’. “But I know I am going to win, so I am not worried,” she confirms with a cocky attitude—one that I’ve never really heard from her before.
"Game on, then, sweetheart.”
Tilly gets off the bed and removes her dress. This leaves her in a sexy, sheer lace bra that I can see her pink nipples through, and a matching pair of sheer panties with lace filigree. Damn, she isn’t playing around. “Stand up. Get naked. I will start the timer afterwards.”
Bossy, I like it. I happily oblige, slowly removing my clothes and giving her a little show. By the way her pupils have dilated, I know she is aroused. Unfortunately for me, she had a little head start. The deal in general gave me a semi. Now, looking at her in her sexy underwear with her pregnant belly on display, I quickly go hard as steel. Standing in front of Tilly, I watch as she peruses my body for one more minute before dropping to her knees. “Google, start timer for two minutes,” she yells to her phone. “Timer set two minutes, starting now,” her Google assist replies.
Tilly starts by kissing the inside of my thighs, then she continues licking a trail up to my shaft. Working her way from the base of my cock to my tip, she plants wet, sloppy kisses. Glancing down, I see saliva everywhere. At the head, she offers a light kiss before taking me into her hot mouth and rolling her tongue around the top like a lollipop. Her hand starts pumping up and down my shaft, already well lubricated from her foreplay. She gives me a firm squeeze, while twisting her wrist as she works it up and down. Shit, this is good. But I can hold out for two minutes.
She quickly removes her hand from my cock and grips both of my ass cheeks as she pulls me deep into her throat. I can feel my balls tighten immediately, looking for release. “Fuck, Tilly.”
But she is not done, and the timer hasn’t sounded off yet—it has to be close, right? Her left hand releases my ass and reaches to start massaging my balls. I am hanging on by a thread. The stimulation of her holding me so deep, while playing down there, is killer. I’m so focused on her fondling, I don't notice when her fingers make their way between my cheeks. “Tilly…” Before I can even protest, I feel her finger press inside my hole. Holy Fuck! I have never had anything there before. I’ve never wanted anything there before. But as she pushes her finger fully inside me and presses against my wall, a wave of euphoria washes over me. There is no stopping my violent orgasm.
After I regain some form of consciousness, Tilly’s finger is removed from my rectum. She is in the process of licking me clean. When she comes off my tip, she lets go with a pop, looking up at me with her big amber eyes. Then, her timer goes off. Shit, I didn’t make two minutes.
“Where the hell did you learn that?” I stare down at her in disbelief. Tilly has always given awesome blow jobs, but this was phenomenal.
With a smile, she replies, “I have my sources.”
“Bullshit, where did you learn that?”
Standing up, she shrugs her shoulders. “Jake.”
“Wha-wait Jake? How? Why?” When the hell did Tilly cave into talking about sex with Jake? It is usually a topic she avoids like the plague.
“After the whole Keith debacle, he said he wanted to be the godfather, claiming it would make up for leaving him out of everything. I told him there was no way you would agree to that, and he gave me some tips on how to persuade you.” She leans over to grab her dress off the bed. I quickly grab her hips, pulling her back to my front.
“Oh, we are not done yet, babe.” I kiss down her neck. “We are just getting started.”
The End
Works Cited
[1] Fanaro, Barry, and Mort Nathan. 1996. Kingpin. Directed by Bobby Farrelly Peter Farrelly. Produced by Brad Krevoy, John Bertolli and Jim Burke. Performed by Bill Murray.
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Robbie
“Mack, get your ass in here!” Somedays, I really must ask myself why in the hell I put up with his stupidity. The slight pounding in my head is warning me that a migraine is imminent.
“What’s up, boss?” Mack enters the back office, pushing his shaggy blonde hair out of his face.
“What the hell is this?” I hold up a work order he recently did for a 2019 Toyota Corolla.
“Umm…” He leans in to inspect. “Looks like a work order for that Corolla I did last week.”
“Yea, I see that. What I want to know is what the fuck is this?” I point to the number at the bottom. It reads that the total was only $54.96.”
“Yea, she got an oil change,” Mack says as though it is super obvious, and I must be some sort of big fucking idiot.
I begin rubbing my temples, trying to alleviate the pressure building up. “You charged her for a conventional oil change. But according to the parts list, you gave her a full synthetic oil change.”
“Sorry about that, boss. Must have pressed the wrong button when ringing her up.” Mack avoids direct eye contact, picking fake lint from his blue grease-covered jumpsuit.
“Hmm…” I stroke my chin while contemplating just how stupid Mack must genuinely think I am. “I can see that, but what about not chargin’ for the wipers and install you did?”
Grabbing the back of his neck, Mack chuckles. “Ha, must have overlooked that. You know how easily I get confused sometimes.”
“Seriously, do you think I’m fucking stupid? I can see the discounts you applied right here—” I indicate, pointing at the work order.
Mack drops his arms and shrugs his shoulders, giving up this charade. “Come-on, man, it was Mandy-fuckin-Callaway. You can’t charge a chick like that full price for anything.” He attempts to reason with me.
Fuck, the sensation that a herd of elephants are stampeding in my skull is a sign that my migraine is almost full-blown now. It isn’t that I am not a charitable guy. I have cut deals and given breaks to people who I knew couldn’t pay the bill. But the damn Callaways are the last assholes in this county that need a fucking handout. Why do I even keep Mack on staff? Oh yea, right—when it comes to body work, his attention to detail is superior. Well, second to mine that
is. “It’s coming out of your pay. Don’t do it again,” I scold Mack.
“Sure thing, boss,” Mack replies with a knowing grin.
He knows it will take a lot more for me to fire him than giving discounts to get a piece of ass. This isn’t the first time I have had to dock his pay. Honestly, the only reason I am pissed is it just makes more work for me. Normally, Tilly would handle this kind of bullshit; but barely halfway through her pregnancy, she can hardly waddle into the bookshop—I am not going to force her to handle my shit too. “It was worth every penny.”
I raise an inquisitive eyebrow to him; Mack holds his hands up in defense. “Seriously, a discount on an oil change and some free wipers gets you laid?”
“Well, it helps. What seals the deal is my good looks and charm.” Mack gives me what I am assuming is his panty-melting grin—fortunately, I am immune to that type of shit. No wonder him and Jake are best friends. My baby brother is the biggest manwhore in this town. He can sell a woman in white gloves a red popsicle on a hot and humid day. I am assuming, with that grin, Mack isn’t too far behind him. While I have heard some women might find a grease monkey sexy, I am still convinced that is as common as UFO abductions. But Jake being a firefighter gives him the winning advantage over Mack. Women go nuts for the whole ‘hot hero’ bullshit, and Jake will milk it for every penny it is worth.
After dismissing Mack back to work, I continue going through the damn books. How the hell Tilly manages this shit, I will never understand? My brain is meant for taking crap apart and putting it back together. Whatever, I will figure it out. My pop’s ran his junk yard and shop back in the day—practically by himself. If that old coot could figure this out, I know I can. We are cut from the same cloth after all.
“Seriously, Robbie, what have I told you about messing with my system?” I was so caught up in trying to decipher this crap, I didn’t notice my baby sister walk in. I glance up from the books, probably looking as distraught as I feel. I have been practically pulling out my hair all day, trying to get everything together to file taxes for last year. Fortunately, I have a guy who actually does them for me, but I can’t go in there and toss a box full of papers and tell him to deal with it. Believe me, I’ve tried, and he nearly kicked my ass for it.
